Top Horror Novelist - Chapter 178

The red bird’s ears moved, and it raised its head as sharply as a rabbit, and looked out of the box vigilantly.

He stood up from the corpse, leaned on the door frame and looked sideways towards the carriage door with a serious expression.

Some players were still blocked by the little monsters, while others saw that there was no hope for the little monsters to guard against them, so they gave up here and left.

When the stopped players saw Red Bird coming out, they seized the opportunity to grab him and wanted to talk to him.

But the red bird made a gesture of silence, motioning everyone to listen carefully.

“Something is ringing.”

Everyone was also affected by the nervousness of the red bird, and listened attentively.

The sky had completely darkened, the lights in the train turned on automatically, and the wall lamps in the corridor gradually lit up, like a strip of light, extending to the distant carriages, converging into a dim light at the end of the field of vision.

And from deeper behind the light, there was a slight snoring sound, faintly coming.

It’s like the wheezing of an old man, or the purring of a feline.

One sound, one sound after another, was squeezed out from the throat with difficulty, echoing in the empty carriage, overlapping and echoing circles, reaching everyone’s ears.

wheeze.

snort…

In the deathly silence, so obvious, it seems to resonate with everyone’s chest, hidden under the people’s own breathing, like an accompanying shadow, the echo of the second breath.

Chilling.

Many people were aroused with goosebumps. Although they were standing at the door of the box surrounded by people, they somehow felt the fear of being alone in the vast darkness.

Only by myself, the emptiness is suffocating.

It was the scholar who sensed something was wrong and walked out from the box, breaking the dead silence in the corridor.

“What are you doing here?”

The scholar frowned and looked at the crowd with puzzled eyes: “If you want to see the corpse, as long as you don’t fight here, you can come and go as you please. If you are not interested, I suggest you go back to your respective boxes now.”

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was already one minute past nine.

The lights are turned off at ten o’clock, and the rules given by the Yunhai Train are clear and clear.

They’d better follow the rules.

However, in the usual style of the game field, scholars do not believe that the train will let them go back without incident.

For the specific time, the game field is likely to interfere in various ways, so that they have to spend more time on the journey, so as to miss the deadline and break the rules.

The scholar habitually frowned deeply, with a vertical line between his brows, and looked at the crowd who were still standing still in disapproval: “Are you all trying to commit suicide?”

But the scholar’s voice was like the last weight to break the balance of darkness. The originally suffocating darkness suddenly had light shining in, and everyone seized the opportunity to break free from the suffocation.

When they gradually regained their composure, when they looked at each other, they all found the horror left in each other’s eyes.

It’s just that after getting out of the weird state just now, everyone looked towards the end of the carriage, and the wheezing sound of struggling to breathe disappeared.

The bold ones took a few steps forward and then stopped, sensing the danger.

But he walked all the way to the door of the carriage, even crossed the threshold, and walked to the next carriage, but he could no longer hear any sound.

On the Sea of ​​Clouds train, the lights were low and the scene was quiet and soft.

Like the soft piano sound before sleep, it is reassuring and drowsy.

And all the fright and fear they had just now were just illusions brought about by being in a dangerous instance for a long time and mentally tense.

Several players checked around the car several times, but found nothing.

When they came back, under the expectant gaze of others, they just shook their heads regretfully.

But no one is letting their guard down.

If they all believed in the delusion, they would have died in the corner of the game field long ago, instead of entering the new world.

“I just…seemed to see the end of the world.”

Someone murmured softly, with a dazed expression: “There are dead people everywhere, reality is destroyed, and we are homeless.”

The people next to him felt sorry for each other, and sighed long and hard: “I am the only one left in the world, and living has become a torment. It’s terrible.”

In the face of common external dangers, the players are united as never before, and no longer blame and suspect each other.

They all narrated the scenes they saw just now, exchanging and integrating information with others, and no one hid their secrets at such a critical moment.

No one knows what lies in that darkness.

Perhaps it is a monster that can kill everyone, and there is a hidden danger under the peace of the sea of ​​​​clouds. Or maybe it’s just a cute cat…

No one dared to bet.

And they were unable to ascertain the truth with their respective powers, which made them even more afraid.

The hallucination they just saw was deeply engraved in their minds, and they dare not forget it.

That is the deepest and original fear of human beings.

Death, destruction, loneliness, darkness…

In a momentary hallucination, everyone saw the deepest fear suppressed in their hearts.

The game field seems to have played a joke on them.

If you are a newcomer who has just entered the game field, you may not necessarily have such deep fear.

Just because they don’t understand the game field and have never experienced the despair that hangs by a thread, newcomers are always fearless, full of hope, and despise the game field.

They could well have survived that moment of fear in the dark.

But newcomers are not eligible to enter the new world.

Naive people have already died in the copy.

The rest of the players are all fortitude after being honed from death.

and fragile.

The wounds and pain of the past made them, but the wounds are always there, hammer marks make beauty, but they also break under the weight.

Countless death experiences and the pain of loss all flooded into the hearts of the players in an instant.

Even though they had broken free, the remaining despair still made them feel lingering fear, and their eyes were filled with fear when they looked into the darkness.

“There, what the **** is it?”

Someone realized that that direction happened to be the direction Chi Yiyin left, and then looked at Red Bird and asked, “Isn’t that the direction of your box? Could it be related to Chi Yiyin?”

Red Bird froze for a moment, with hesitant worry in his brows and eyes.

But he still replied: “No.”

Others didn’t know, but he knew very well that there was such a terrifying boss beside Chi Yiyin.

Even if there was something, he believed that it would be stopped by that one first. What’s more, there is still the little ancestor there.

But even though he said so, Red Bird’s slight frown still gave him away.

The familiar player patted him on the shoulder and sighed: “If you are worried, go back early and join them. You have to see the safety of your companions before you can rest assured, right?”

“It’s nine o’clock, everyone. Whatever you want to do, do it as soon as possible.”

A player looked sideways at the corridor behind him, and said in a serious voice, “Didn’t you notice… none of the conductors who have been in the corridor have disappeared?”

When the players are not in danger, the conductors stand in the corridor all the time, claiming to protect everyone’s safety before the lights are turned off.

But it was really near the time of lights-out, the players were obviously in danger, and the conductors disappeared.

“Before the awakened “Moon” dies, even if he just opens the door and looks out, the conductor will remind him not to leave the box, because there is danger outside the box.”

Someone asked: “Why is it now that they have all disappeared and no longer reminded?”

It is possible that something happened to the conductor himself.

But when this guess is said, it will make everyone laugh—how is it possible!

Could it be that the flood flooded the Dragon King Temple, and the game field beat itself and killed its own npc?

What a joke!

“That’s another trap that the game field has set against us.”

The player said in a deep voice: “I’m afraid something will happen… The NPC will leave by itself, and we will be the first to be hit in the depression.”

No one refuted.

He said the common guess of all players.

“Either go back to the box immediately, or stay here. The place where the accident has happened will expose the danger more, and the place with blood will attract “ants”. Here, we can counterattack the playground faster.”

Scholars made an immediate judgment.

He turned around and glanced at the already completely cold corpse on the ground, the vertical lines between his brows deepened when he frowned.

“Is his death the bait to lure the snake out of its hole?”

Allowing everyone to hear the sound and leave the box also breaks away from the secret protection under certain rules, making them lose their protective shell and become fish on the chopping board.

The reason is that a heavier blow will follow.

Everyone’s heart sank heavily, and they couldn’t help but nodded, agreeing with the scholar’s statement.

They quickly found out the box car where the people around them were, and spontaneously formed a temporary team.

People who want to go back to the box leave in twos and threes together, even if they encounter danger on the road, they will be taken care of, so that they will not be left alone.

But more people chose to stay.

“What’s the use of retracting into the shell? When the game field wants to kill someone, which one has it missed?”

Someone said indifferently: “Compared to hiding in the so-called safe box, waiting for an attack that does not know when it will appear, trembling and unable to feel at ease, it is better to face the fear here.”

“Damn it, you can’t escape.”

He smiled with a calm face: “The only thing I learned in the game field is that people are mortal, and the established death cannot be broken.”

The death of the game field is just a matter of first and last.

The rest of the people understood what he meant, and suddenly felt emotional in their hearts.

The despair and pain of the game field for many years now turned into a long sigh.

No one said anything more, but the same encounter made them empathize with each other, and they suddenly developed an understanding of the people around them. They were no longer hostile, but were willing to take a short step back, temporarily curb their edge, and coexist with others. The other party is regarded as a temporary companion and shares the same hatred.

The trust that was once lost due to the tragic end of the alliance, at the moment when everyone is in crisis, reappears because of the mutual affection between them, and they are closely linked together.

Among the players who chose to stay, including the scholar, there were a total of seven people. After confirming each other’s thoughts, they quickly began to discuss countermeasures.

Using honey to attract ants is the best way, and the dead box is the best bait for monsters in the dark, like a sweet cake.

As long as they guard this box, they can wait on the sidelines and find out the monsters hidden in the darkness without any effort.

The most effective and riskiest method, it is very difficult for normal people to risk themselves and exchange their own safety for prey.

However, how many of those who can survive in the game field are obedient and obedient?

Who hasn’t suppressed madness, pain, and all the roars of emotional outbursts in their hearts?

They use the craziest ways to deal with the greatest malice of the game field.

“Anyway, I’m going to die anyway. Instead of dying aggrievedly like ‘Moon’, it’s better to have a quick fight.”

One of them sneered, with a stern look in his eyes: “The game field wants to kill me, but the clay figurine still has three points of anger! If it wants to kill me, then even if I die, I have to bite off a piece of its flesh before I die, and let it die.” Also taste the pain!”

The scholar nodded, then turned to look at the red bird standing not far away.

He was still looking in the direction of his box with worry on his face.

The scholar sighed, and asked, “Red Bird, are you going to stay, or go back and find Professor Chi?”

Red Bird hesitated.

He knows that his best choice at the moment is to stay here. When Chi Yiyin is away, he can make decisions here instead of Chi Yiyin, participate in the plans of the players, and get key information.

But… Jingcha is not by her side.

Red Bird, who has always been accustomed to relying on intelligence to make pre-judgments and make decisions based on this, fell into a vacuum without intelligence, and was at a loss as to what to do for a while.

More importantly, he was unable to determine the status of Jingcha.

Why hasn’t he come back for so long, why hasn’t he been warned, why hasn’t there been any movement…

Countless questions piled up in Red Bird’s mind, almost driving him crazy.

The greatest anxiety comes from worrying about important people.

Red Bird could not devote himself to work with peace of mind before confirming the situation of Jingcha. Therefore, he could only look at the scholar apologetically.

“I…”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Red Bird choked up guiltily, not knowing how to continue.

Everyone is here, only he chooses to escape? This is a choice he has never made, and it is a situation outside his bottom line, which is unspeakable.

It seemed that as soon as he opened his mouth, the red bird in the past would also die. Saying something that goes against your principles will leave a space in your soul.

The scholar saw what the red bird was thinking, and thoughtfully did not continue to ask, but nodded to show that he understood.

“Be careful on your way back.”

The scholar glanced at the little monster squatting on the ground: “Let it **** you. Although I don’t know what it is, judging from its performance just now and its feelings for Professor Chi, it is already the best choice now.”

“Remember, don’t leave alone.”

The scholar frowned: “I can feel that the balance…is gradually disappearing, and the power of the two parties is beginning to be unequal. The water in the Holy Grail only flows to one side, but will not return. One side will win, but the other side will die forever. I can’t see the world either.”

“A major crisis and change will come, countless lives will be the price of change, and a new era will come to the world.”

The scholar looked at the red bird with a serious face: “Don’t break into their battlefield at this moment, and become ashes under the confrontation between the two forces in the crack.”

Red Bird nodded gratefully, expressing that he would take good care of himself.

After the red bird made a decision, the little monster followed immediately.

Chi Yiyin gave it the order to protect the red bird, so now the red bird has become its temporary “master”, wherever the red bird goes, it will be there.

The scholar looked at the anxious figure of the red bird walking away quickly, and the little monster beside him who followed suit, feeling a lot of emotion.

But he just took a second look, shook his head, turned around, and rejoined everyone’s discussion.

Everyone has their own choices and their own destiny.

If they must die or if they must survive, they will be led to their own end no matter what.

Scholars see this clearly.

Except for the tragic Luchuan University incident many years ago, he has nothing he can’t lose. But now, the heart disease is gone, and the only thing left is sincere gratitude to Chi Yiyin. Other than that, nothing bothered him.

“If there is a monster on the cloud sea train…could it be the same one that killed “Moon”?”

Several players looked at each other, their brows gradually frowning.

“Don’t forget, when you first stepped into the Sea of ​​Clouds train, someone died in the box. The reason given by the conductor at that time was that the box hadn’t been cleaned…Before us, the people who stayed in the box were those who were already on the Sea of ​​Clouds train. Monsters, if they stray into their lairs by mistake, they will be killed by them.”

“But now, where are those monsters? If they didn’t disappear out of thin air, they must be on the train!”

No one could answer the questions raised, and silence spread silently among the few people.

But everyone agrees that this must be another test from the playground, and nobody disputes that.

“Damn the playground! If I get caught one day, I will beat you to death!”

Some people cursed angrily, while others nodded in agreement.

But this time…

They really got the game field and the system wrong.

The train conductor looked at the darkness surging outside the carriage with a dazed expression, turned his head after a while, looked at the bartender next to him with a dazed expression, pointed at the door and asked, “What is this?”

The bartender blinked and smiled: “Have you degenerated to the point where you don’t even have eyesight? This is of course the black mist, the embodiment of death. Don’t you know the fact that they occupy the space below the train?”

He looked at the train conductor with pity in his eyes, as if he was looking at a child with trisomy 21: “Oh… how pitiful, it is really torture for you to be the train conductor, after all, your brain is so hard to use Yes, I will still be squeezed like this.”

Train conductor: “??? You scold me!”

The bartender shrugged and was still wiping the non-existent wine glass: “How could it be? You are too sensitive.”

But his expression was bright and said-look, there is a fool here.

Train conductor: “…”

It’s not right that it makes him angry, and it’s not right not to be angry.

Being angry is equivalent to admitting that he is a fool with cerebral palsy. If he is not angry… he himself is suffocated to death.

what! !

These days, work is really hard!

—The wage earner let out an electronic soul wail.

But the train conductor’s heavy heart did not get any relief from the bartender.

Because I met Chi Yan who had returned to the Yunhai train from the underground city, the conductor who was supposed to contact the main system to confirm the line of the Yunhai train hurried over before he could finish his work.

Because of the sudden appearance of Skye on the way, and the confrontation between the world consciousness behind Skye and Chi Yan, the train conductor seemed to be an unlucky guy trapped on a boulder by a flash flood. He could only humbly shrink back on the sofa, and wanted to wait for the storm to pass before leaving in the bar car.

result…

Outside the glass car door, darkness surged, sticky and smelly, and slammed heavily on the car door, making a loud bang and bang, which made people shudder. I was afraid that the car door would burst in the next second, and black liquid would break through the glass and pour in. swallow everything up.

The train conductor knew exactly what it was.

All the deaths accumulated over the past eight thousand years, all the sins committed by human beings, their own good and evil, resentment, pain and struggle…

Everything will be faithfully recorded and leave traces in the world.

Even the secrets that no one thinks anyone knows, the evil things that happen in dark corners, and the resentment that breeds, all of these will fall to the ground and become part of the underground city, and also become a dark point.

Accumulate and burn bones.

Those little evils that people don’t care about, the evil deeds that human beings forgive themselves, eventually become their reminders.

As a system of the **** camp, the train conductor is equivalent to the manager of a huge database, which is enough to read the history of eight thousand years. What the gods see is what it reads.

And the more you delve into it, the more frightened you become.

Even a system that is just machinery and codes can’t help but feel hopeless, a sense of powerlessness in the mire.

The underground city faithfully recorded the moment of the world’s destruction. The last moment of human death was frozen deep underground, becoming the end point of the declaring destruction of the world created by God.

And the shrine…was also placed there by the gods.

Starting with him and ending with him, it can be regarded as worthy of this world that has been protected by him for eight thousand years.

The underground city is like a time sealed in amber, where all the deaths and sins are fermented.

Corpses rotting, ghosts howling.

The dead body was turned into a pool of black water, and under the hatred of the ghosts, they counterattacked the world on the ground, trying to drag the living people down together, and become the same as them in the pain they had suffered .

In desperation, Skye made a wish for the destruction of the world. Even though Chu Yueli realized something was wrong in time and stopped it, half of Skye’s wish had been blurted out.

Because of this, half of the world consciousness has been destroyed, allowing the death in the underground city to return to the human world, stirring up trouble and rampant resentment.

And the train conductor…

He, who was supposed to have full control over the Yunhai train, was suppressed in priority because of the super-standard existence of world consciousness descending on the train, and even lost control because of this, and was cut off from the perception of the train by the black liquid.

The train conductor was furious: “It’s so disrespectful! Do you understand the sense of boundaries? Do you think I’m easy to bully?!”

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the car door, wanting to rush out aggressively, and reason with the leader behind the black liquid.

But as soon as the door was opened, darkness suddenly enveloped the conductor.

He seemed to be pushed down by someone while standing on a cliff. The feeling of weightlessness and dizziness came together, and the darkness rushed towards him like ice-cold sea water, drowning him.

Countless grotesque pictures flashed before his eyes, and all the memories of the past resurfaced, flipping through his mind quickly, and finally fixed on Li Sijun’s face.

That was twelve years ago, when the gods in the void fought against the consciousness of the world, and the resulting power almost destroyed the entire world.

Under the agreement, the system was created by God himself after eight thousand years.

When it opened its eyes and had its own consciousness, it saw the god’s golden pupils for the first time.

Like the flowing sun, the melting gold, all the mountains and rivers and the scenery of the world add up, but it can’t match the moment when the gods lower their eyes.

The gods are smiling at it.

At that moment, the newly born system swore allegiance to the gods until the end of the world, when the gods died.

—That is not the so-called code and the Three Laws. It has always been only the belief in gods that constrains it.

The inviolable mystery of science comes from ancient and devout beliefs.

The train conductor stood there in a daze, without realizing it, tears were already streaming down his face.

But in a flash, everything changed.

In the eyes of the gods who couldn’t see into the world, there was suddenly another reflection of another person.

The system has never seen a **** so happy. It seems that the long loneliness has finally come to an end, and the soul that has been slandered and misunderstood has received warm love.

He said He had but one believer.

He said that his believers… loved him dearly.

What the gods say is the will of the world, and all creations on the earth will operate under the will of the gods.

The moment he said this, all the believers in the world except Chi Yiyin were abandoned by the gods, and they would no longer be looked down upon by the gods.

Including, system.

In his eyes, he could only see Chi Yiyin.

He followed Chi Yiyin like he was following another god, was deeply attracted by him, made exceptions for him time and time again, and retreated again and again.

Even…even his life can be entrusted to Chi Yiyin’s hands.

The setting sun is like blood, and the battlefield is cruel.

The **** fell into Chi Yiyin’s arms, with a sharp dagger stuck in his chest, and the sapphire inlaid in the footless bird brooch gleamed coldly. Blood gurgled from his chest, staining the god’s hand holding Chi Yiyin red.

He looked up at Chi Yiyin, but he was smiling.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and his golden eyes gradually dimmed. But even so, he looked at Chi Yiyin with undiminished tenderness and affection in his eyes.

But Chi Yiyin remained indifferent.

He pulled out the footless bird brooch, blood splashed, and when he stood up, he ruthlessly dropped the body of the **** on the ground.

And the **** fell at Chi Yiyin’s feet, and slowly, slowly… closed his eyes.

At that moment, the train conductor’s eyes were tearing apart, his throat was filled with crazy roars, all the data were roaring wildly, and all the power was rushing towards the god, wanting to lift him up again.

Just like the gods once held the newly born it in the palm of their hand and smiled.

But at the moment when the train conductor was about to touch the god, all the pictures were flickering with colorful snowflakes, and then fell into darkness.

Those images disappeared.

It also keeps the gods far away from its world, and they are not allowed to touch them.

Is there anything… more cruel and frightening than letting devout believers and creations watch their creator die before their own eyes, gods fall and lose their breath?

The train conductor only felt that his whole body was exposed to lightning strikes, but he couldn’t break free from the pain. Even the entire core database felt like a burst of pain, which made him instinctively stretch out his hands and hug his head tightly, almost wanting to tear his head away. Torn apart.

I don’t know how long it took before the train conductor finally recovered from such pain. Light and images reappeared in front of his eyes, his head was still on his neck, and the sound of his heartbeat could be heard clearly and forcefully.

He raised his head in a daze, his body was still trembling uncontrollably, for a moment he couldn’t tell whether what was in front of him was illusion or reality.

The carriage door has been closed.

The bartender turned around with a calm face, blocked the car door behind him, looked down at the train conductor who was squatting on the ground and huddled in a ball, and asked, “Are you still alive?”

The train conductor digested this sentence for a long time, and his brain, which was occupied by pain, slowly realized what the bartender was talking about.

But before he could answer, he saw the bartender nod his head and said, “Then if you die, can I replace you as the train conductor?”

There has always been only a standard template smile on the face, full of expectations.

“The train conductor’s uniform looks better than the bartender’s. I really want to try it. In order to satisfy my wish, or you will be wronged and die.”

Train conductor: “???”

“You beep beep beep!!”

The train conductor was shocked.

In an instant, the pain and confusion were all forgotten, and all that was left was the fresh anger, which pulled him out of the fear just now.

The train conductor got up angrily, pointed at the bartender and was about to say something, but under the smile of the other party, he slowly reacted.

He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had just been drawn out of the deepest fear in his heart by “death”.

— the death of the gods.

He is a creature created by the gods himself. For him, only gods are important in the world.

But he is like a loyal old minister, he can only watch the emperor indulge in the beauty of the enchanting concubine, and gradually misuse the country, heartbroken but helpless.

Especially afraid…Chi Yiyin, killing God with his own hands.

The train conductor who knows Li Sijun’s feelings for Chi Yiyin is very sure that if anyone can kill a god, it is Chi Yiyin alone.

No matter how many candidates the game field selects, no matter how many schemes the world consciousness makes to achieve its own goals, none of those people or things can kill the gods.

This was originally a creation of the gods, a world created by the gods, so how could there be something that could completely kill the gods?

It was just because He was disappointed with the world, so he reached an agreement with the world consciousness in a playful way, as if he was watching the last struggle of life before it died by itself.

The gods stood on the sidelines in order to verify his conclusions.

— by the destruction of the world.

But… the **** who had no emotions originally had a loving soul, and was even willing to give up his own life for him.

Even killing the gods requires the approval of the gods. If it wasn’t for the gods’ consent, how could Chi Yiyin have the chance to be like in the hallucination…

As long as he recalled how the **** died in the hallucination, and recalled how Chi Yiyin ruthlessly abandoned the **** after killing the god, the train conductor was heartbroken but angry, and his palms trembled uncontrollably.

“Chi Yiyin, Chi Yiyin!”

He repeated Chi Yiyin’s name and gritted his teeth.

The bartender, however, watched coldly from the sidelines without being disturbed by his emotions at all.

He is a train NPC, living and dying with the train. From the very beginning, he only assumes the function, but has no emotion implanted. There is only “reason” in his program, and there are no other interference items, so there is no fear.

Even if he closed the car door, he blocked the influence of the black liquid and rescued the train conductor, but when he faced the black liquid, his deepest fear was that it would be recycled and destroyed, and become a string of useless codes again.

The bartender just smiled.

“You can’t beat Chi Yiyin.”

He ruthlessly pointed out the facts: “Your boss won’t even allow you to hurt Chi Yiyin. If you have such an idea, it will be destroyed the moment you get close to Chi Yiyin.”

The train conductor choked up, and his anger also got stuck.

But the bartender clapped his hands and said with a happy smile: “You are such an excellent train conductor! In order to realize my dream, do you even sacrifice yourself to make room? Don’t worry, after you die, I will also Remember yours.”

The train conductor: “Don’t even think about it! Just say this to you, and I will live hundreds of years longer, until I die!”

But after his mood dropped, he also slowly noticed the change on the train.

Not only has the Yunhai Train been completely out of his control, but even the world outside this carriage has been cut off, making it impossible for him to investigate.

As for the NPCs that were supposed to belong to the train, except for the bartender in front of him, none of them could perceive or order them.

It seems that all the conductors and the bartenders in other boxes have been destroyed.

On Nuoda’s Sea of ​​Clouds train, only he and the angry bartender in front of him were left.

Train conductor: Bad news, the NPC is doomed. Good news, I’m still alive. The bad news, is with a guy with a poisonous tongue…

He was speechless for a moment, and then realized the seriousness of the problem.

“The Sea of ​​Clouds Train has a total of seven stops, and each station corresponds to the seven days of the creation of the gods. If you walk the path of creation again, those who succeed will be qualified to become new gods.”

“However, in order to ensure the independence and absolute authority of qualifications, no one knows all the stops in advance.”

The train conductor looked serious: “Only the train conductor is qualified to guide the train to the next stop line in real time after reporting to the general system.”

“The problem is, I didn’t have time to reset the wiring before.”

The train conductor was terrified: “Where is this train heading? Who is manipulating its direction!”

The sea of ​​clouds train is not the same as the train in reality.

Trains need rails, and rails are fixed and will not change.

Although the sea of ​​clouds train also needs tracks, the problem is that its tracks are on the clouds, and the clouds are flowing.

This means that its route changes in real time, and it needs to be checked with the system to obtain the most accurate route, so that it can drive to the intended destination.

But now, the job of the train conductor has not been completed in time, and the out-of-control train in the sea of ​​clouds…

The train conductor stared at the darkness outside the window in horror, trembling at the horrible guesses that popped up in his heart.

“No…is it?!”

The train conductor wanted to cry but had no tears: “Chi Yan! The enemy of my life! Ahhhhhhh!”

Chi Yan hijacked the system, and even confronted the world consciousness, trying to obtain a way to kill gods by devouring the world consciousness.

And in order to kill the gods, it is natural to be aware of Li Sijun’s weaknesses and weakness, and attack at the weakest point.

Therefore, Chi Yan manipulated the “death” that should be the player’s enemy, and in turn used it to test Li Sijun, trying to see the deepest fear in Li Sijun’s heart.

And all the people involved in this process, including Chi Yiyin and the train conductor, as well as all the players and NPCs, the injuries they were implicated and suffered were irrelevant to Chi Yan.

The train conductor who had figured all this out and happened to be within the affected range said, “If you want to fight against the world consciousness, then fight! Why do you want to hurt me!”

He roared to the sky, baring his teeth and claws.

Not even the bartender is scared.

“You can save these words until the next time you see Ms. Chi.”

The bartender smiled: “But now, I think, you have to say goodbye to me first.”

The train conductor froze for a moment, then quickly looked back at him.

But the black mucus had seeped through the crack of the door and slowly stained the bartender.

It’s like sulfuric acid, slowly corroding the bartender’s body, making his smile fade, his body dissipate, and slowly become light and transparent in front of the conductor’s eyes.

In the end, the bartender still kept smiling, but slowly closed his eyes.

Crashed.

The train conductor was startled, and quickly wanted to reach out and grab the bartender.

But what he held in his hand was only a handful of fluorescent dust. As soon as he opened his hand, it was blown away by the wind and disappeared into the darkness in front of him.

His throat rolled, so sore that he couldn’t speak, his eyes were red.

The train conductor shook his hands and slowly raised his head, looking at the door in front of him.

The venomous tongue that was roaring just now had also disappeared in front of him in order to save him.

Now, he’s really the only one left